Alone With The Ages Poem by Laurence Overmire

‘Neath the silence of the moon
I come to understand
The mystery before me

I breathe in the night

The peace of the shadow world of other
Times and places
Falling like a silken sheet

Around me

Letting go of the unnecessary
And the extreme
The haters and the fools

Who cannot see
The loathsome cast of their reflection
When ignorance takes

What might have been and dashes it so
Needlessly
On the ground

But that is the way it has always been
And will no doubt
Ever be

I am who I am
Now
Here in the comforting dark

Without the glaring presence of
Sun-beating day
Making distraction of

All that is unworthy

I reclaim myself
I heal myself
I give back to the mystery

That creates me.

~ Laurence Overmire